Let’s discuss what’s going on. We are witnessing history. People are tired of police brutality and racial inequality. Tired of burying our brothers and sisters, husbands and wives, sons and daughter. Tired of fearing for our lives.
I hear so many whispers around me at work and when I’m out and about; on social media platforms and from government officials who are supposed to be civil servants. They say, “What’s the point burning down your city?” “What about black on black crime?” “Why can’t you protest peacefully?” Well we tried that. We tried being like Martin, but it took our Malcolm mentality for you to hear us. Everyone was against Kap’s peaceful kneeling; they crucified him for it, so now you’re going to catch this fire.
Enough is enough, Trayvon was enough. Eric Garner was enough. Tamir rice was enough. Sandra Bland was enough. There was no excuse for George Floyd. There is no justification for what the police have been getting away with for years. It’s time the police are held accountable for their actions. It’s time people feel our hurt and pain. No more telling us to get over it, or just comply and you’ll be okay.
I’m hurting so bad for the families of Ahmaud Arbery, Breonna Taylor and George Floyd; and that’s just what we’ve had to deal with for the month of May. How many more lives have to be taken for a change?
I stand with the people of Minneapolis.
Now let’s be clear, this isn’t a post about how much I hate the cops, because I am grateful that I can call them when I am in need of their help. This is a post about racism as a whole. This is about people of color being killed simply because of the color of their skin. This is about how a woman or man can insert themselves into someone else’s business and then call the cops when they don’t get their way.
Let’s talk about the latest event with Amy Cooper. She knew what she was doing when she called 911 on Christian Cooper in Central Park. She expected an outcome similar to the one that happened in Minnesota. She knew that black people have to be cautious when it comes to the cops because their life depend on it; she knew that and she used it against him.
I am not exaggerating. I am not one sided. I look at a situation from all sides, and the unjust against African American is inexcusable. You don’t have the right to tell me how to feel if you’ve never had to walk in my shoes.
I want to end this post by saying thank you to everyone who has stood with us and help make our voice louder; we appreciate your support.
Love AP
Let’s talk procrastination! Unfortunately, I know it very well, but I’ve vowed as one of my new year resolutions that I’m going to do better. So, this first month of 2020 I’ve stuck to my goal. I’m writing scripts and I’m taking those leaps of faith that I’ve been so scared to acknowledge. This is going to be my year to blossom, I can feel it in my bones. I’ll be the big 3-0 this year and I don’t have time for any little girl behavior.
For so long I’ve suffered with depression and anxiety, I used them as a crutch to hold myself back. I’d say things like, maybe one day I’ll get to it. I even lost my vision of where I wanted to go with my life. I always found myself holding off and using that excuse, “one day, just not today.” Enough is enough, it was time to seek professional help; I went to see a therapist and man is she refreshing and helpful. Am I ashamed? Of what? I’m never ashamed to admit I have a mental illness and I’m seeking treatment. Wouldn’t you go to the doctor if you were coughing up blood? Mental illness is just as important as physical illness!
So, I would like for everyone reading this to do me two favors. Please don’t procrastinate and if you suffer from any type of mental illness, speak with a licensed professional. Let’s make this new year and the beginning of a new decade a good one.
Let’s talk soon!
I love each and everyone of you!
In the beginning
So roughly five years ago I decided to be celibate. I don’t know why, I mean nothing drastic happened to me or anything; I guess I just got tired of being out there after my break up with my ex. So yeah, there I was about 24/25-years-old talking about closing shop. If you want to get technical, my celibacy started about a year prior, but I had two slip ups so I started count over.
It sounded like a good idea at the time. You know it gave me time to find myself and what I truly wanted, I was focused on school and my kid, I accomplished a lot blah, blah, blah. I guess I also became a mean grouch and hermit too. Over the past five years I have become the pickiest person I know when it comes to me.
A couple years later
I decided that I would date again, maybe give it another try; “it”= the L word, you know…Love goofy! Anyways, I started shopping around for someone to mate with, but no one sparked my interest. I mean, by this time I was going to a big college university and I was around a whole bunch of 19 and 20 year old men/boys, whatever you may choose to call them.
Anyways, I felt like a cougar walking around campus looking at the cute little people just entering adulthood. There were a couple of guys my age, but guess who never even tried to say hi? Yup, me! I mean I even contemplated having something with one of the professors, but I’m not that much of a daredevil and none of them were cute enough to give it too.
Yeah I was losing my absolute mind and my depression and anxiety was becoming a big problem because of it, but this is not about that, this is about my uncontrollable desire to screw anything walking.
Five years later
There was this one time last year that I caved; it was somebody I had no business messing with and God made sure to make me pay in his own special way. The shit was wack, and lasted approximately three minutes, yeah 3, you heard me smh.
So here I am now, five whole ass years later. I’m still picky as ever, but my standards are low if that makes sense. No, yeah it doesn’t sound right coming out of my mouth, but it makes sense in my head.
“Forget looking for love or trying to mate, I’m trying to fuck.” That’s what one part of my Gemini brain is saying, and the other side is saying... “Umm excuse me, aren’t you tire of sleeping alone at night? Don’t you want to settle down and get married?” I swear I feel like I have an angel and a devil on each side of my shoulder.
Aye, when that special someone comes along, then I’ll settle down, but as for now I’m going to have some fun. I mean my porn collection is taking up all the data on my tablet and I’m learning new tricks to perform by the day. I never understood the excitement behind dominatrix and submission and bondage until I reached this level in my life. Yeah, it excites me, but I still expect you to treat me like a lady; is that too much to ask?
These past few weeks have been really bad, like I don’t understand what’s going on inside my body with the hormones, but they need to chill out. I can’t concentrate at work, men have caught me staring at their junk and I’m not ashamed one bit. I mean, I’m not limited to just men either, these women better watch out too.
No I’m not ashamed
And I am so tired of society’s way of trying to control women. I am aware of my sexuality and no I’m not promiscuous, but even if I was, so what? I know what I want and I’m not ashamed of it either, so whoever has something bad to say about what I’ve confessed today, maybe you should go evaluate yourself and try to boost your own sex life before you come for mine.
Now with that being said, I’m still on the lookout. DM on IG with your suggestions.
So here I am sitting at work thinking. We gotta stop letting other people make decisions for us; oh, that’s just me? Yeah I think I care too much about what other people might say about things that I do.
I will legit change my whole outfit if I feel it would offend someone. Why am I like this? I’d rather satisfy others than my own self. This occurred to me while I was helping a friend out with getting her business together; meanwhile, here I am sitting on stacks of stories and books I need to finish.
I guess I was born to be a pleaser for others. I put others first and myself last. I’m trying to change this habit, because I don’t like the road I’m going down.
Anyways, that’s all for my Ted Talk today LOL.
Good Early morning to everyone, I just stopped by because it feels like it has been a century since we talked.
Well, today I’m starting the day off really good and I have already claimed that it is going to be a great day. See I completely gave up on writing, hence, the lack of stories being posted in the Writer’s Corner; however, I read a very interesting article today that just gave me life and well I’m putting that energy back out into the world.
I love y’all for real (in my Monique voice).
Hey y’all! Soooo ya big sis been in her feelings lately. I mean I have been going through the motions man.
Last week I broke down in a Target parking lot, I was having thoughts about my career not going anywhere and me not living up to my full potential, but with an overwhelming support of kind words and love I got past it.
Then, I started this diet thing, nothing crazy, just limiting my intake of calories but y’all it’s hard. I found myself in my feelings again; I was feeling like I wasn’t going to lose weight and I started eating crazy again. So I told myself, “Ashley, GET THE FUCK OUT YO FEELINGS.” I mean I really be all in those crazy feels and it gets stressful.
Then I have to take a huge step back and realize that I am not the only one going through this and majority of the American population deals with some sort of depression and/or anxiety.
Things that help me get through those tough times is trying to look at my life from a different point of view, I mean if I was someone else looking at Ashley’s life, what would I see. Sometimes it helps and I realize that it’s not really that bad.
So for all my sisters and brothers out there, ya big sis is here to tell you to take a step back and look at your life from a different perspective.
Love ya!
Photo by Bryan Schneider
Well I don’t have all those answers, but I do know from the little bit of dating I’ve done over the pass months that aint none of them what I’m looking for.
When I speak about my future goals and aspirations, but it completely goes over his head, that’s clue number one and pretty much the only clue I need.
So, here’s the tea, I was talking to this dude and I mentioned to him several times that I’m trying to be a screenwriter and writing is my main goal. So, then we had a double date and my friend ask if he knew what I wanted to be, and he says something about a nurse. UMMM FLAG ON THE PLAY! Hell No! That was all I needed to know; thank u, next!
Some people might tell me I’m wrong for X’s him for something so small, but it’s not small to me. If you can’t listen to my simple conversation about my goals, then how in the world am I supposed to expect you to support me? So, y’all telling me I’m still selfish for that? Oh well, blame my dad; he set the bar extremely high for these men.
Anywho, I’m still on the hunt for my next prey, I mean man.
What’s your new year’s resolution? Well with only two days left in 2018 I’m still compiling my list of things I want to change about myself, but here’s a list of my top 5 I have so far:
1. Spend less time on social media and spend more time writing content. I have such a difficult time putting the phone down sometimes; I get so caught up in everybody else’s life that I forget to live my own.
2. Discipline. I don’t have it, periodt.
3. Whip into shape. It’s no secret that I have body conscious issues; I can’t keep using the “baby weight” excuse, my child is practically a teenager now. So, I’m joining a gym and changing my eating habits.
4. Date! Yup, I will no longer be a hermit everyone. I am forcing myself to date, even if that means making the first move.
5. Plan and execute. I am so sick of telling myself, “I’m going to do it tomorrow,” and tomorrow never comes. I put off so much stuff I’m ashamed of myself.
I have so many more on my list and I wonder if I will accomplish them all before the end of the year. Well, wish me luck everyone. What’s your new year’s resolution? Email me and share yours with me.
Photo by Michael Fenton
Well you guys, it’s been a while, but I’m back now and I’m ready to conquer the world. See, I took some time to find myself and to well, take care of myself, you know self-care.
This part of the year sucks for me, unfortunately I have to relive the trauma of losing both my parents around this time. It’s not something I want to do, but it’s something my mind is accustomed to never forgetting.
So, in light of all the downs, I’ve had a couple of ups too. I’ve been writing! “Well duh Ashley you’re a writer.” I know, I know, but I get really excited when I write. I’ve also taken some time to find myself and understand what exactly it is I want for my future.
Yup, I’ve been giving myself pep talks every day. Okay with all that being said, y’all stay tuned. Big things are coming soon.
Photo by Nick Morrison
Ummm that’s not how it works. Depression isn’t like a light switch you can cut on and off, it’s a little more complicated than that; like do you really think people want to be walking around being depressed all the time…wait, no don’t answer that; I mean you do have those who are attention seekers, but trust me depression is nothing to play around with.
Oh and another thing, just because a person suffers from depression doesn’t mean they walk around 24/7 with their head down and moping around. You have your good days and your bad days; your outer appearance could seem happy and joyful, but you feel like you’re dying on the inside. I suffer from depression and I know from experience.
I guess my point for this post is for those who think that depression is controllable, it’s not!
Friends. Are they beneficial or damaging? I’m 28-years-old and I have a hard time identifying my real friends; I only know of a few who meet my definition. I know I haven’t been a very good one myself; I can name several mistakes I’ve made.
Sometimes I think about some of the friends I’ve lost over the years, and I really can’t say that they made me feel better about myself or made me happy. There was a lot of using each other for various needs such as baby sitting or help with a certain need, but there was no actual enjoyment with any of them.
What does it mean to be a real friend? My definition includes someone who is there to pick you up when you’re down; someone who knows your flaws, but doesn’t hold them against you; someone who doesn’t make jokes of your imperfections; someone who doesn’t go tit for tat with you; someone who offers their time when you just need comforting; someone who defends you when you’re not around; somebody who can make you laugh at just about anything.
Maybe I’m asking for too much y’all.
So I have this thing where I feel like I'm not good enough. I don't know if it's my anxiety or what, but I feel like I'm losing my mind half the time.
I graduated from college seven months ago and all my classmates have jobs, but I don't; I'm not good enough. That's the feeling I have every time I get another rejected application.
I doubt everything I do: motherhood, my writing, being a decent human. Like what the heck is wrong with me? My friends tell me I need to get out and network, but I'm a hermit, I don’t like to go out and talk. I know, I know, that’s my problem right there, but let me vent, I’ll do it...eventually.
I truly honestly believe that I’m the only person holding me back. Like I’m afraid to be great. I need answers, what am I so afraid of? Anybody else have similar feelings?
Let’s talk!
Alright y'all, I have a problem. So, I've discovered that I'm really shy when it comes to talking to men. Like I get really tongue tied and butterflies start to twirl in my belly at the thought of even saying hi to a cutie.
Okay, so this is what happened. I was at work minding my good ol business and in comes the EMTs with a patinet transfer. This man paramedic was fine y'all, like really yummy (yes I said yummy, don't judge me.) So anyways, he's sitting there joking with me about his day and we're talking; don't ask me if he was flirting because I couldn't tell you.
Anywho, I step away to grab something for the patient and I call one of my coworker like, "this transporter dude is really cute." and after he left I mentioned him to one of the male nurses I was working with and he asked if I got his number, and my ding-dong butt was like, "no."
Bro I swear I wanted to smack myself in the face, Like WTF Ashley? l clearly need to put myself out there more. I'm so open to any suggestions pertaining to flirtng and all that jazz. SOMEBODY HELP ME!!!
Social media has become bigger than ever before. It's become our high school reunions, our source of news and gossip, and even how we keep up with the latest fashions and trends.
Although these things can be great, it also comes with a lot of grief and stress. Social media has become a place where people can hide behind their phones, computers or tablets and talk crap; we refer to them as internet trolls.
In my opinion, social media has become a replacement for humanity. It seems like this generation is obsessed with the number of "likes" and "shares" or "followers" they can obtain.
This past week, a handful of young people have lost their lives, and I have witnessed more videos of the incident than people actually helping. People are literally standing around recording someone die instead of stepping in to help or call emergency services.
Then I read the comments, and that's where the trolls come in. Some users have bashed the victims saying, "he deserved it" or "I really don't care, he wasn't a good person anyways." Is this really where we are? The value on life is so little.
Social media has created a facade, a make-believe life that so many people believe is true. People get so caught up in it that they forget how to actually live. Recently, I've been spending a lot of time on Instagram and I've seen so many young people trying to live the lifestyle, but what they don't realize is they're chasing a ghost's reality. It's not real!
There has to be a solution to this madness, there just has to be.
Photo by Hans Vivek
I'm not going to lie, being numero uno is a pretty great feeling; all the glory and attention that comes along with it can put you on cloud nine. However, with all of the celebration, a lot of people lose their humbleness about themselves.
From such a young age, we've been taught that number one is the best, and if you're not number one, then you're not good enough. Come on now y'all, Nelly even made a song about it, okay maybe I'm just old, but anyways, I know we've all gotten one of those participation ribbons during some part of grade school years, rather it be sports or some science fair competition. I mean we see it everywhere we go, even in our jobs and our homes.
It's like, if you're not number one then you feel like crap. I Googled "second place images" and a picture popped up that said, "You were great....but someone else was BETTER." Are you kidding me?
I ask myself all the time, "why are we programmed like this?" It sucks, the feeling of being a loser, being overlooked because you aren't the "best" of the bunch. Now don't get my words twisted, it's nothing wrong with healthy competition, but putting the other participants down, while gloating is a huge issue.
I had to sit back and think about it, why do I allow so many people to define who I am based off of what they think is best? Who are they to determine that factor in my life, and what gives them the right.
***News Flash*** If you did your very best, and you put all of your hard time and effort into perfecting whatever it is you have created, finished or done in your life, then you are number one. As a matter of fact, let's just get rid of number one altogether; let's just all be GREAT!
Sometimes a compliment can make all the difference in the world. If you're having a bad day, feeling unsure about yourself or your endeavors and then you get that one inspirational text, phone call, or even a post with you tagged on Facebook or IG; whatever the source may be, it feels great to get appreciation and support without asking for it.
Knowing that someone is watching you and believes in you; or even knowing that you've crossed their mind is an awesome feeling. Not everyone has a huge support system, or anyone sending them positive vibes; so every nice comment counts.
Remember, just as we like to receive those compliments and appreciation post, it's always equally rewarding to send them out. In a world where is seems like we're surrounded by hatred, can we decide to send a little love?
*P.S. If you're reading this, you're awesome!*
~Love AP
Photo by Robert Baker
Alright, let’s talk about the elephant in the room, you know that feeling when you’re overwhelmed and you just can’t seem to get a handle on anything; that’s our good ol friend, anxiety.
Sometimes when I’m at work I have so many things to get done, and the list keeps growing, so much that my brain is having its own personal traffic jam. What the heck is going on up there? Before I know it, my heart is racing, like literally beating as fast as the roadrunners legs from the Looney Tunes. My body is shaking, my breathing is off and I want to scream and rip my hair out.
Nobody understands what I’m going through unless I explain it to them, and come on let’s be real, I don’t want people looking at me like I’m weird. The truth is, mental health is real, and millions of Americans suffer from the disorder.
What do I do to get through my anxiety attacks? Sometimes it honestly feels like it last for days; I’m constantly stressing and worrying, and it seems like it will never go away. I try to go to a quiet place, and breathe; regulating your breathing is important, or at least that’s what I feel helps calm me down. I try to think about positive things, and sometimes I simply talk to my daughter (her stories are hilarious). Finding someone to listen while you talk it out can help as well, or simply finding a distraction, like music or a good movie can ease the tension.
When a person says they need a mental health break, please do not criticize them and say they are being lazy or dramatic. It takes a lot to keep going when your mind is telling you to quit. Sometimes, a kind word, or just knowing someone is there by your side supporting you makes a big difference.
Mental health is so much more than just anxiety attacks, there’s a long and complex list of mental disorders. To name a few, Bipolar disorder, Depression, Schizophrenia, Post-traumatic Stress Syndrome, and Autism are all considered mental disorders.
Remember to take into consideration what others might be going through before you choose to judge them. Try to put yourself in their shoes, and think about how you would like to be perceived. As my mom used to say, treat others the way you would like to be treated.
Photo by Pedro Figueras
Dealing with a break-up is tough, especially when you had real-genuine feelings for the person.
I was around twenty-three when I experienced my first broken heart; and I wouldn’t wish that feeling on anyone.
It was extremely difficult to accept it. I found myself doing irrational things to break up his new relationship. I called him several times a day, begging and pleading for him to take me back. I cried every day, all day. I felt like I was going to have a heart attack. I even begged God to give him back to me.
Getting over him took time; a lot of time! I listened to uplifting music (playlist to the right). I leaned upon good friends for laughs and to take my mind off of him. I even attempted to get a “revenge body”, psst, that didn’t work out. I started focusing on school, and I think my determination to get my degree was the ultimate solution to getting over him; I put all of my sweat and tears into my education.
In addition to my schooling, I took a break, a sexual break. Celibacy and being by myself really helped me find who I really am today. It doesn’t hurt to try it; and don’t knock it till you try it.
*Anything Beyonce helps LOL.
Last weekend people around the country celebrated Mother's Day. The day was bittersweet for me though, seeing as I've been without my mother for eighteen years; that's her to the right by the way, her name was Linda.
I tried to focus on celebrating the day with Jizelle instead, but the void of not having my mom around was inevitable. Losing a parent is tough, and sadly to say, the pain never goes away.
I think it was extra tough for me this year because just the day prior to Mother's Day, I seen pictures of proud moms celebrating their children's accomplishments for completing school and going to prom all over social media, and I thought about how just six months prior I walked the stage and neither of my parents were there rooting for me, and bragging about all of my hard work.
"Cry me a river." I'm sure some are saying, but until you've lost a parent you have no room to speak. Even if your parent is alive, but you don't have the best relationship, there is still room for change and growth; nothing will change about death.
How I got through the day? Well, I focused on the positives. I thought about the little girl who calls me mom. I thought about how she needs me just as much as I needed my mom. I thought about all the good things I have going for myself, and I thought about the path that has been paved for me, thanks to my parents.
Remember to love and cherish your parents while they're here; kiss them and hug them as much as possible.
Ashley
Ever since I was a teenager I've been told I was fat, or on the heavier side. I allowed the words and opinions of others to define me. The men I trusted the most from my own dad to the man I thought I would spend the rest of my life with made comments about my body regularly.
Once I had my daughter, my weight shot up; I thought after you had the kid you were supposed to lose the weight. I was severely depressed and eating everything in eye sight.
I'm still not comfortable with my weight today, but I won't let other people's judgement and words get to me. I had the time to ponder on why I gave so much consideration to other people's opinions about me, and I realized that some might be battling their own insecurities.
Now, I try not to let people's words get to me so much, and I follow a lot of body positive pages on Instagram. Seeing other women flaunting their love handles and muffin tops to the world gives me the confidence I was looking to receive from the people that were body shaming me.
If you are having issues with body weight and insecurities, try not to dwell to much on other people's opinions. I know it's hard to try and lose weight, trust me, I've been trying for about six years now. Talk to someone who is generally positive, and if you can't think of anyone, then by all means you can reach out to me; we can figure it out together.
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